I Breathe You In
Home isn't a physical place, but dwells within our hearts.
Wherever you are, that’s where I’ll be
You tell me, whenever I feel sad
The thought of being apart, even for a day
Tears my heart in two
Home is where the heart is
And mine is forever with you
Near or far, wherever we are
Look up, the stars are the same
I always thought home was a physical place
You’ve taught me it doesn’t matter where
As long as two hearts beat as one
Home is wherever we are
Hope fades yet I pull it close
Holding on to whatever I can
Knowing, breathing, love
Reveling in each fleeting moment we share
I breathe you in
Creating lasting memories
Of love and home and us
About the Creator
Demeter DeLune
Sex positive educator, trying to change the world, one word at a time. I write about sexuality, dating, and relationships.
Contact: [email protected]
Keep reading
More stories from Demeter DeLune and writers in Poets and other communities.
How a Circle of Friends Helped Me Begin to Heal Myself
I was an incredibly lonely little girl. My family lived some distance from where I attended school, which made it difficult to have sleepovers or playdates. Not that anyone called them playdates back in the 80s. Though they are still two of the greatest people I've ever known, my constant companions as a young person were my grandparents. Although I'm grateful for the wisdom they imparted and the culture they shared with me now, at the time, I just really wanted friends my age to play with.
By Demeter DeLune3 years ago in Humans
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.